User blog comment:Bartholomew Bilberry Bowstring/The First of Many/@comment-26024035-20160425040834/@comment-26024035-20160427021537

Realizing the truth in the statement regarding time, the squirrel's face went serious for a moment as he sobered. "Er, right. I'll..." He shot a scowl at Rissah. "I'll pull th' darn cart. Though _yore_ pullin' it back, Riss." Elmseye hopped down and took up the yoke without so much as a glance at Falkin, while Rissah winked at Falkin and drew out her bow. "Get t' werk now too, aye. I'll tag along guardin' until one of ye tires. Then we'll switch."